"Armanji" she tried again, in a more softer tone. She wondered if he was usually like this. She kind of found his attitude stubborn, just like her brother's. He leaned closer to her again, their breaths mixing, though he still wasn't touching her. Her back was pressed against the window of the car and Arman had effortlessly slid more closer to her.

"Sweetheart", his velvety voice was thick, dark even. "The way you say my name, makes me want to do bad things to you."

She gulped, a flash of fear struck her innocent eyes, "b-bad t-things?"

Arman's lips curled upwards in amusement, his face twitched, he hadn't smiled in a long time. "So innocent." He whispered to himself.

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